Bob Wallace - Overeager orgy wife

Half floating, her legs still clamped around his back, her cunt still stuffed with his prick, Barbara stared up at the clear blue sky. She tingled in joy. "I'm learning, Frank," she gasped, he hips thrusting, her body slashing in and out of water a little waves splashed around her exquisite body. "I'm learning."

With her fingers clutching his arms and his cock piercing the cushiony walls of her hot, bubbling pussy, she groaned. The angle was treacherous. In her passion, she could easily slip down into the churning water. "Ohhhhhh, Frank, I'm in heaven with your cock in meeee!"

"You're breaking my cock," he groaned, trying to pull her back up, but failing. He growled and fucked. His hands held her hips, keeping her impaled on his unnaturally bent cock as she floated back on the clear water. Barbara soared to the top first. She spiraled up into her orgasm, her body in spasm. It started deep inside her spastic cunt, where Frank's cockhead fucked maniacally, and spread outward, encompassing every inch of her.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed.

She thrashed in the water, squealing her joyous pleasure as wave after wave of exquisite orgasms washed over her body. Her hips jerked and twisted under Frank's pulling hands. She swooned, feeling his cock fucking into the hot depths of her pussy.

"Fuck me harder, Frank! Harder!"

Seeing Barbara in the throes of orgasm catapulted Frank into a blissful climax. His prick finally burst a bolt of thick white cum deep into Barbara's boiling pussy.

"Sweet Babs!" he roared in the midst of his climax. In his rage he fucked her again and again on his cum-spouting prick. "I'm with youuuu!"

"Christ, it feels good! Fuck me! Cream my pussy!"

She plunged her exploding pussy against his cum-spurting cock. The water swished around them as if a typhoon had hit, spraying up between them with each pull of Frank's power.

Frank groaned: "It was better than I ever dreamed it could be!" He held her by the ass as she clung to him with her arms and legs.

Barbara eased up, sliding clown his body, sinking underneath the water, where she sucked his limp cock and tasted the warm juices of her gooey cunt. She came up and slithered back into his arms.

"You make me feel like a woman, Frank," she purred contentedly. "A real woman."

Frank held her tenderly. "Carl will come round. You'll see." He looked into those deep green eyes. "He's having a problem with his age. He'll realize what a fantastic wife he has. He's not permanently stupid."

"What about you, Frank. You having problems with Shirley?"

"Couldn't be better. I saw you were in trouble and, having the hots for you, I came to the rescue."

"You saved me, too," she purred, kissing him affectionately on his cheek.

"You want nit to save you again?" he laughed, the smoldering embers in his balls beginning to heat up again.

"Yesssss, but not here. In the house in bed where I can show you how much I appreciate your good-neighbor policy." Together, they laughed and swam to the shallow end of the pool.

She stepped outside, closing the sliding glass doors behind her still wanting the swim Frank had interrupted. When she turned, she was startled. Jimmy, Frank's son, was seated on a lounge chair, a nervous grin on his boyish face. He was wearing his baseball uniform.

"Hello," Jimmy whispered, ogling her.

She sighed, glad she had put on a swim suit. Even thought it didn't coyer much, it concealed the essentials. "Hi, Jimmy. I thought you had a game on."

"I was, but the coach didn't show and the game was canceled." He gawked at her with youthful hunger and timidness.

Barbara studied the boy for a minute. He had something on his mind, she could tell.

She wondered if the boy had seen her fucking his father in the pool. "You want to use the pool?" she kept her voice calm. "I was just going to have a dip myself."

Jimmy took a deep breath. "I saw you before," he said softly, his eyes burning, his lips parched. The memory of her naked body with his father was permanently etched in his mind. Reached with the memory; he had dreamed of fucking Mrs. Reynolds.

"I don't know what you mean." Barbara was beginning to worry. Jimmy was a teenager impressionable.

"I saw you in the pool with my dad." Jimmy got to his feet. He was almost as tall as his father and was as tall as Barbara. The cock-bulge in his pants swelled. He took a step toward her, blinded by passion and his schoolboy crush. Barbara's heart sank; he had seen than fucking. "Jimmy," she began to explain, "it… isn't what you think."

"I'm not going to say anything. I'm not going to tell." His eyes met hers. He yearned to touch her mammoth tits, feel her beautiful body. Fucking her was all he ever thought about.

Barbara was still nervous. "I'm glad, Jimmy. It would only hurt your mother. What your father and I did was wrong, and it won't happen again. I promise."

"I'm not a kid," he told her. "Dad has the hots for you; I knew that. I've seen him staring at you," Jimmy took another deep nervous breath. "I do too…"

"You what!"

"I… I love you and want you," he blurted out, his face red with embarrassment.

Barbara noticed the cock-bulge in his pants. "It wouldn't be right, Jimmy. You're a boy. I'm old enough to be your mother." The compliment he had paid her was appreciated. Her ego was bolstered once again.

"You're not old and you're not my mother. You're a beautiful woman and I love you." Jimmy grabbed her and kissed her frantic kisses, inexperienced kisses.

"Oooooooooo, Jimmy, you shouldn't… shouldn't…" She didn't flinch or move, but stood there allowing the boy to kiss her. When his outburst had run its course, she took his hand. "I'm honored that you feel this way, but what you want is out of the question."

She saw the hurt in his eyes and knew he was her own. It thrilled her to know this boy desired her. Her mind spun. She couldn't think straight. She was embroiled in conflicting thoughts and emotions.

"Let me go," she said gently, not quite sure of what she wanted. "I'm too old for you. You should be with someone your own age."

The sweet fragrance of her perfume reached his nostrils, flaring them, making him dizzy. "No. No. You're perfect. You're everything I want." The softness of her body as he held her was driving him wild and making his cock ache. He was in agony. "Just let me kiss you, touch you, see you."

"Ohhhh, God," she gasped, coming put of his arms. She took his hand and led him into the house. "It isn't right," she said, bringing him into the living room. "I shouldn't be doing this." She looked at him; he looked like a lost puppy. "I think I'm as crazy as you."

"Please, Barbara." He felt self-conscious using her first name. "Please, I'll never say a word or bother you again. I swear." He was leering, trying to see through her robe.

"Sit down," she sighed, pointing to a chair. She wanted the boy's affection and adoration as much as he wanted her body. She opened her robe, letting it fall to her feet. She stepped back, turning slowly, giving the boy a long look at her body in the scanty bikini. His adoration was astounding. She could see from the way the boy was staring that she had a slave. It was a heady thought, but she buried it. She would enjoy his puppy love, but not abuse it. She stepped closer to him, caught up in fuck lust. She made a complete turn, every bare inch of her body on display for the boy's private enjoyment.

"Would you like to touch me?" she mewed with wanton lust.

Struck with an inability to speak, he nodded, his hands exploring her curves and soft yielding body. The scent of her cunt, inches from his face, excited him. His hands moved to her parted legs and her pussy.

"Ohhhhh, Christ!" he finally groaned, when his inexperienced fingers slipped through her cunt gash and were soaked in buttery pussy cream. "Oooooo, God, you're all wet."